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So. I wanna share something with you all.
This group is the melting pot of life...
There’s a wife that’s dealt with her husbands and parents health.
Several wives who’ve lost husbands to death.
Many abuse survivors of all shapes and sizes.
A woman who was once a hospice nurse.
Mothers.
Fathers.
Those who have experienced theft and manipulation.... divorce...LOSS.

I LOVE PEOPLE.
I hope that’s not a secret by now.
I love the many facets, both good, and bad, and even ugly, that make up who each of us is individually... and now, as a group.
Understanding comes with the passage of time.
We cannot know what makes each person tick. Laugh. Smile. Cry... without actually putting in the time and effort to do that with people. Together, Chuck. Danny and I, are doing that with each of you.
Each of you here has been chosen to be here. We may have met by chance, but each one of you here is still here because for one reason or 100 others, you have touched my life. Chucks life. Danny’s life.
You people are our CHOSEN family. Because we have found things inside you that make you beautiful and interesting to us.
In an effort to maintain group chemistry, here and now, I’m asking each of you.
Look around you.
What do you see in each of the people you will meet here, in our home, this coming Saturday???
Can you see the worth in each person for friendship? Respect? Love?
Cause that’s what I see.
None of us here are perfect by any stretch of the imagination.
And I’m glad. Please. Friends? Do a check up on your expectations for each member that crosses over the threshold of our doorway.
You don’t have to click with everyone.
But respect and kindness are required. In chat. At events. Inside our home.
It’s ok to be human. Please. Be considerate and compassionate when others show their humanity as well. Apologize to each other if something goes sideways. And keep coming back to share the love that our family has for yours. Here. Together. As friends.
I will never choose between my friends. I do ask, that you all choose to be here out of love and respect for Chuck, Danny, And Myself, to whatever extent you are comfortable.
This is a safe place. Good. Bad. Ugly. Indifferent. Please. Help keep it that way.

🧚🏻‍♂️

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